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Blair
"He won't find you here. I'm not sure why you won't believe me. I've been here five years and he hasn't even come close."
"How would you even know?" I frown as I scan the open fields and Sammie continues to collect eggs from her chickens. Unphased as I keep my guard up.
I had been here nearly a week and I still couldn't settle. It didn't matter how many times I said it, I still expected to see Cooper and his weird glazy eyed nurses coming for me.
Sammie had shared some of her story from the prison, but other than what I had told her, I couldn't bring myself to say anymore. It was a memory I wanted to forget, yet at the same time, I couldn't let it go because I was still waiting, preparing myself for a fight I knew I would lose.
A part of me wanted to go back. To drive a knife right through his heart. To help the others escape. But I didn't stand a chance. Not anymore.
"Can I ask you something?" I say as she closes the chicken coop. "Do you feel like you deserved this?"
"The farm?" She asks, confused.
"No, losing your Lycan."
She slowly walks back to the house with her wicker basket full of eggs.
A heavy set frown. She stops just outside the kitchen door and turns to face me.
"I didn't at first. After a while, I understood why Cooper did what he did. Sometimes I still battle with myself about wishing I had certain capabilities, like smelling when the storms come, being able to heal, being able to run without getting out of breath. Stitches are bitches!" She winks at me. "You think you deserved it?" I ask, surprised by her response.
"No, but I have learned alot about myself in the last five years and to be honest, I wasn't a good Lycan. Maybe it did teach me a lesson. Maybe it was already written in my story so that I could help you." She gives me one of her wide smiles "You believe that?"
She shrugs her shoulders at me and drops the basket of eggs on the counter. I watch as she expertly pulls up her long blonde hair into a bun. My hair now made me look like a toilet brush with how short and spikey it is.
"It doesn't matter what I believe, Blair. But we do know I'm right about some things, you survived without that stupid drip bag. You didn't want to believe that either."
I look at my arm where the connection tube had been, a lovely giant purple bruise still lingered on my arm, though it was shrinking day by day and part of it had turned a putrid green colour.
Humans were so feeble and I was one now.
I couldn't be reckless anymore. "That was the worst night of my life." I mutter
"But you survived, just like I said you would."
"I thought I was going to die!"
Sammie gives me a lopsided grin. "So dramatic. Though I'm still waiting to hear more about this half sister of yours."
Apparently I had muttered something about Neah when I was in excruciating pain and blacking out. Sammie had asked me a couple of times since but I always shut down. It might be a different story if I met her under different circumstances.
She pours me a glass of juice and sets it in front of me. "Blair, I'm going to ask you something and I don't need you losing your shit over it, but I do want the truth." She takes a deep breath, "Was Cooper holding you because you did something to your half sister?" "No."
"Blair, don't lie to me. I'm trying to help you out."
"It wasn't because of her. In fact he didn't even know she was my sister, not at first. He would have if he had met her."
"That's all I need to know."
"Seriously? Why don't you want to know more?"
"It's not about what I want to know, it's about you telling me the truth."
"Would you have even known if I lied?" I ask curiously
"You're human now, of course I would have."
****
As the sun sets, Sammie lights the fire. It gives a warm glow to the small sitting room and I decide to bite the bullet and tell her.
"My half sister's name is Neah Kitson. She is the female Lycan Alpha." I mumble, staring into the orange flames.
"What?"
"It's true. We share the same father. In fact, if you looked at us, you would think we were twins. We are not, we have different mothers."
"Why have you waited until now to tell me this?"
Would it have changed anything?"
She smiles at me, "Yes, I could have helped you get to her. She can put a stop to Cooper."
I shake my head, going to her wasn't an option. She would kill me and I couldn't even defend myself.
"I tried to screw her over." I blurt out
In the prison that Cooper was holding me in, I had nothing but time to think over every little movement I had made.
At first I blamed Jenson, then myself for getting involved with him.
And instead of cutting him loose, I had made him suffer every time he failed at something.
Hoping that he would improve to my levels.
I had fallen for him, yet anytime we argued, he would bring her up, comparing us.
I had wondered if he told them that before he died.
But ironically, none of that was what got me into trouble.
So many had tried to warn me that I was making the wrong move, trying to take something that isn't mine. Even my own mother. But I had been hellbent on getting what I wanted, what I thought I deserved. Maybe this was what I deserved.
"I tried to take what was hers." I mutter, keeping my gaze on the orange and yellow flames "But Cooper didn't know about any of that. He punished me because I almost revealed our kind to the human eye. Apparently he has been cleaning up my mess for years." "I could go to her. I could tell her all of that. I can explain what happened."
"And if she doesn't believe you, or chooses not to believe you, she will kill you. Then who will look after your chickens?"
She rolls her grey eyes at me. "I don't think she will kill me. She doesn't know me. Maybe she will at least be reasonable and listen."
"And what are we going to achieve by you doing that? We won't be Lycans again. We will be stuck this way until the day we die."
She creeps over to where I'm sitting. "At least your conscience will be clear."
"How are you so optimistic?" I ask. Somehow, she saw the good side of everything.
She gently cups my face with her warm hand. "I'm free and you could be too. And we could be together."
We stayed up until late into the night, talking.
I tell her as much as I can.
I answer every single question she throws at me, no matter how difficult it was to share.
Sammie fills a glass of wine and hands it to me and I shake my head, something that I wouldn't have done before Cooper, but it turns out I now can't stand the taste of alcohol, no matter the quality.
Sammie did have to keep reminding me that things are completely different now that I have lost my Lycan.
It's almost seven in the morning when I think we are done. I'm tired. My brain hurts. I feel more exposed than when I was being watched in the showers. Sammie had hugged me multiple times, and I had cried more often than I liked.
I wouldn't have done that before. I would have taken myself off, or forced the tears back.
"I have to go to her before Cooper gets a chance too." She mutters
"You said he would go to these places. Places where he thinks he can find me. For all we know, he might already be there. He might be whispering things to Neah. He could get his hands on you."
"She needs to know about him, Blair. She is his Alpha."
"You can't go alone. I've been there. They have guards. Let me come, I can show you where to go."
"You can't come with me. You are still weak and malnourished. I can't risk you collapsing on me."
"I won't let you go alone."